Tuesday, January 29, 2008

album reviews

look at me updating all the time!

I have to do these album reviews, so I thought maybe I could put a few up here, of the albums that I like (I don't have the heart to put the bad reviews up). As you will see, they are brief and I don't spend much time on making them flow. We'll see how this goes--these might be the only ones I ever put up. Links to Myspace, where you can hear songs.

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Some Velvet Morning; Silence Will Kill You
Genre: Rock
RhythmBank Entertainment 2007
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Good production quality and straight-ahead rock sound give this debut album a major-label sound. It's actually catchy in a way I never found The Killers or Franz Ferdinand (to whom they compare themselves) to be. One reason I chose it was I thought it might be the namesake of the Nancy Sinatra/Lee Hazlewood song, but the sound bears no resemblance whatsoever to that style. Despite misled expectations, I was pleasantly surprised by the whole album. It's a London-based band, but the sound is definitely influenced by American rock. All the songs are energetic. The musicians are talented, and I was most impressed with the (male) singer's voice--there's a pitch-perfect passion put behind a lot of the lyrics, remninscient of U2 throughout the years. Similarities to The Police are fleeting and only on a few tracks. There are definitely a few stand-out tracks, but the songs in between aren't just filler.
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Sibylle Baier ; Colour Green
Genre: Folk
Orange Twin 2006
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Because of its history, I don't know whether "instant classic" or "lost classic" is the most appropriate label for this album. It was recorded in the 70's, but wasn't released until more recently. It was popular with music bloggers, and songs still show up with some regularity on online mixes. The first time I heard "Forget About," it was one of those moments where the rest of the world stopped, and there was nothing but the sadness of the song. And then, when it was over, it was one of those moments of "what was THAT?" And I wondered how I'd lived my life up till then without knowing that song. I also had this feeling at age 14 over Nick Drake, so if that's not your style, it's probably not for you. But I suspect, even though the songs don't have the complexity, or the spot-on lyrics of Drake, that there is a certain universality in the gentleness of her voice, the quality of which I hate to liken to Nico, but it is similar on some tracks (think Nico, if she wrote her own songs and sang on key). I think English is her second language, and some of the lyrics don't quite make sense, but even the most nonsensical still, in tandem with the music, somehow convey the overall intention of the song. The mood of the entire album is pretty sedate, as it's just her soft voice and a sometimes out-of-tune Spanish guitar (except for the strings on "Give Me a Smile"), but some of the songs are more uplifting than others. Like Nick Drake, I think there's an understated hope hidden in even the most dark-sounding tracks. This album, so the story goes, was part of a process of overcoming a deep depression. You can hear the darkness, but if you listen closely, you can hear the coming out of it, too.

1 comment:

Carrie said...

I'm going to put Sibylle Baier lyrics here, as I can understand them, because they don't seem to be anywhere else:

“Forget About”

You made me forget about
[Our one ]
And all of a sudden I feel proud
Being without saying the words

You made me forget about
[the past and the]
Time you washed out
Like a soft, sudden, summer rain

You do me good.
You do me good.

So could you make me forget about?

You made me forget about
[How wanton desert]
And all of a sudden I found out
Though it’s beautiful the way you wear your shirt

You do me good, you made me forget about.

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“Give me a Smile”

Give me a smile.
Close your eyes.
Don’t say a word.

Give me a smile and stay [on your with me]
You’re part of tenderness

Give me a little smile while I lie by your side.
[The unworthy rest]
So leave the best unsaid.

And give me a smile for the while may guide us through the dark.

Give me a little smile when you lie by my side
The [unrated] rest.
So leave the best unsaid.

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“Tonight”

Tonight, when I came from home work [ ].
Tonight when I came from home
There he unforeseen
Sat in my kitchen
Buttering himself a bread
And the cat was on his knee
And smiled at me

Tonight, when I came home from work.
Tonight, when I came home from work
There he unforeseen
Passed the guitar
And said I [better my car right now, ]
won’t you please give me your tune?

We had change of the moon
We had change of the moon

Tonight, when I came home from work.
Tonight, when I came home from work.
Tonight, when I came home from work
There he unforeseen
Changed in an easy chair
And said what’s that sorrow you bear
And I could tell him
He understood.

He gently took my arm
He listened to my tears till dawn
I dedicate this song to you

Tonight

We had change of the moon
We had change of the moon

Tonight when I came home from work.
Tonight when I came home from work.
Tonight, tonight. Tonight.

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“Colour Green”

I’d been a girl wondering free
Content my late afternoon
Saw me New York City
Wearing the sweater color green

So one night I sat down on a chair
And knitted there

Here’s (years?) after trying to live a woman’s life.
I made a friend who had a red-haired wife.
She said to me: woman, I like your clothes.
Come on and let us try both and take tender care.
For when you need help, I will be there.

Memories and seasons achieve their affairs.
Some time in April, a sweater I wear.
Some time in April, a letter I wrote:
Dear Friend, I think of you on the top of Empire State.
Dear Friend, I’m lonesome.
Dear Friend, I’ve been well.
How do you spell your name?
The city’s changed me.
I’m not longer the same.

Wrote to me: woman, I’d like to stay.
Liberty statue has got so many stairs.
But when you need help, I will be there.

I’d been a girl and wandering free.
[Content] my late afternoon
[Summer] In New York City
Wearing the sweater colour green.

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“Forgett”

Forgett came yesterday in my house
Yesterday my house
[a ton decay roofentimes]
Fireplace isn’t getting hot.
And everything’s forgotten.

Forgett came in my house
Yesterday. don’t know if he want to stay
He lies him down like a child
in a garden that’s grown pretty wild
And we laugh at each other’s smile.

I understood in my life
That never anybody else could change one’s life
But you have to prove by our own heart and hand
And though I know I’m not out of the woods yet
I feel so good.

Forgett came in my house
Yesterday my house,
it’s not for sale since we had that sweet tea together
Since he sits in that leather sofa
Since we together

Forgett came in my house
Yesterday my house
But Sunday came [a roofen times
He was ]
Fireplace isn’t getting hotter
And everything’s forgotten.

Forgett came in my house yesterday.

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“Remember the Day”

Remember the day
When I left home to buy some food
Myself in that painful February mood
I did what I could.

Remember that day
When I left home to just buy some food
Considering if one shouldn’t die
Or if one should.
The sun was high
And I found me on the road to doing well.

Did you ever drive [in the monster ] constitution
And find you [same part] solution
You should if you could.
There slowly, slowly I no longer thought of what is good and what is not
There simply was the water smell and remoteness
I only stood and watched that old cold ocean
And tender and brightful and speak all emotion
I did what I could
All is good.

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“The End”

It’s the end, friend of mine.
It’s the end, friend of mine.
Time is over
Or we could simply say I love you
Now you open the door.
Leave me crying
Trying to embrace you again
Trying to face this damn situation
Man, I can’t.

It’s the end, friend of mine.
It’s the end, sweet friend of mine.
Dear friend, I cannot tell the reasons why
We started well
Good time
Give me some wine when you open the door.
You seem hurried
Do try to speak a word to me.
What on earth could really go wrong with you and me?

Yet it’s the end, friend of mine.
It’s the end, sweet friend of mine.
Time seems to be over
Or we could simply say
“I love you.”
Now you open the door.

I feel cold.
Why can’t I hold you in my arms?
Told you that life is short
But love is old.

It’s the end, friend of mine.
It’s the end, sweet friend.